10-20-2015, 08:53 PM
I was stunned to know there was a need for those who, according to Texas, identified as "Warriors". I felt like I had walked into a fictional universe. Why was there a need for a caste system? Even if I did not quite realize it yet, I kept the idea in the back of my head that I could have just joined the dark side.
Nixie recoils into me after making another attempt to physically touch Texas. Speculation causes me to question if she is just friendly, or perhaps smitten of the older male? No matter which way I looked at him, he did not seem like my type. I kept a piece of myself focused on her, specifically her leg. Did the water really work? I allowed her to stay as hidden as possible at my side where I could observe her gait best.
"I definitely would be a much more valuable asset helping with diplomacy," i trailed off. "How often exactly does war happen?" I continued the thought out loud. War seemed vile and unnecessary. Almost always avoidable, as well. Despite being wise beyond my years or possessing the level headed way of thinking an older gelding would, I was almost certain I would not have much power due to my young age.
Cymablta
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